Welcome to Gaia! ::

Name: Brian P. Landry

Appearance: He is about 6' 2", 160lbs, 25 years old; Brown hair dryly slicked back. His main clothes are a set of BDUs with Urban Digi camo, or his own custom Red/Black Digi camo with a combat vest housing any attachments he needs in the field as well as magazine pouches and a crossdraw holster to carry a pistol. His pants are Camo BDUs with pockets and the like. He wears a web belt attached to the vest which holds other pouches and places for Grenades to be held in. On both his legs, he has thigh straps, the left holding his Holster and the right holding his Gerber mark II knife. His Beretta 92FS is held on a left-side hip holster, two Beretta Tomcats on his back waistband area for backups and a Mosin Nagant Revolver in the thigh holster. His build is average to muscular, and his eyes are hazel. His skin is tan/olive, and he looks like a Sicilian after a days hard work.

Personality: Brian is quiet, although he isn't shy. When he becomes friends with someone, he usually talks to them a lot. When he talks other than to his friends, it is usually witty or military-related. He thinks of most everyone as targets, which gives him an edge in combat. He doesn't think of them as "People with emotions" and so he doesn't let emotion get in the way. He does his job and does it efficiently. In some ways he is Sociopathic, like during a mission when killing someone has to be thought as only part of his job. He cares not for the emotions nor the possible families the target leaves behindor has, as the target brought it upon themself to be killed. In his jobs he has had friends and enemies, but he never shows hatred nor sadness.He doesn't have many emotions which show, and if they do, they are joy or anger, and you can tell when he becomes angry at you or something else when his eyes became slightly more open and his face looks extremely stern.

Belongings: One Beretta 92FS fully customized (Adding silencer, laser, flashlight, etc.), two backup Beretta Tomcats(Silencers, lasers, flashlights, etc.), and a Mosin Nagant Revolver for the ending, just in case. Usually for grenades he would take one or two of each type, being Frag, Flash, Smoke, and Phosphorous. He has a headset which can fit under a helmet if need be, so he could quickly talk to his teammates. He also has a set of nightvision goggles which he stole from the supply dump before he left the active military, which can usually be attached to a helmet. Along with these is a Gerber Mark II double-edged Serrated knife, used for quick, unhealable slashes across the throat. He has a lockpick set he "acquired" from a locksmith. The set is located in his pack most the time, and is only used or carried when suspected locked areas are going to be run into. He only carries what he needs with him at the time. He doesn't carry all weapons and attachments around as if he wore them to work or something, he only takes what is needed for the job and keeps the rest at the base in his locker or duffel bag.

Other: He is a very silent guy. I mean this in two different ways. One is he doesn't talk much unless to friends. The other is that he can move with minimal detection. He is very good at covering his tracks and can move in the shadows silently and mostly unseen, unless by a wary enemy. He always takes out the enemy when his back is turned and stabs his throat. Any military organization he has worked in has used his skills to infiltrate, sabotage, and kidnap.

History: Landry was born into a regular family. He went to school and learned math and everything. His parents had a decent amount of money, and so they put some into a savings account. He went through the years, first showing his aptitude for silence in his third year of elementary school, when he would sneak up on people and scare them. He went on through school, slowly working on his sneaking ability as he grew up by practicing at night, walking around, and being quiet. He was able to run silently at 8th grade, hardly making noise, or if there was any, you couldn't hear it from five-six feet away. He graduated High School, then knowing how to sneak around quite effectively. He was sent to college, but his grades and interest in college were poor, and he left to join the military. He was in active duty, for about three years, and after he was through his tour of duty, he went back to join the Navy SEALS, going past HellWeek, and all with no thoughts of quitting. He was sent to a team of SEALS, where he shined as an expert infiltrator. He was promoted and became a SEALS Team Leader, where he led many teams in and out of enemy-controlled areas, and brought them back alive. He left the SEALs after four years, and went on to different horizons. He kept his sneaking sharp by quietly walking around places. His parents died during the first year after he left, in an automobile accident, where in the will, it left him the house and everything inside, as well as all of the money they had. He spent some of it on weapons, buying some new guns, and some on training equipment, to keep his strangth up. The rest was put into savings to accumulate interest. He took out interest to eat and get gas along with other necessities, but also took out some to buy other things. He had kept his equipment (Including NVG and some more personalized items) from the SEALs and keeps them in a safe, hidden area. He has placed some money into buying a custom set of DigiCamo BDUs with Red and Black as their color, being that it works for his upstarting militia group.

RP Sample:
Group Mission Alpha
Operation: Black Mamba

Landry's squad in the Navy SEALS was sent to Chile to take out a rebel leader heading an outfit of terrorists and sabotaging civilian buildings in the cities.

They started out in the armory, grabbing the MP5's and H&K USPs and their outload of ammo. Each member grabed nightops goggles and attached another set of Thermals onto their belts. They were dressed in "wetsuits" or skintight outfits designed to make little noise. The team headed out to the hangar where the transport was awaiting them. A Ship.

As they piled aboard, the greeter told them to go into the raft hangar. None spoke and all went to the rafts. The engines churned, the turbines churned, sending the water back, propelling the water back, moving the ship forward. They head out to sea towards the country of Chile.

As they came from the East of Lebu, Landry told them their mission, as the team piled into a SEALS raft.

Our mission is to infilitrate the Headquarters of a small Terrorist organization. Theses terrorists have been destroying government and civilian property and have cost Chile many lives. They pose a threat to the peaceful government of chile and Chile's parliament has asked America to step in and put an end to the bombings. We are to first infiltrate the headquarters quietly, and then proceed on to take out the Leader. Our secondary objectives consist of retrieving any intel from computers located on-site, and sending them back home for analysis. We are to go in and come out virtually unnoticed, so try to keep casualties down. Knock them out if you have to, but try not to get too much red tape on this. Lock and Load boys, we're going in. Send out the rappel wire and head to ground, we are about two miles from the outskirts of town. The HQ is near the West coast where they get shipments of weapons and cargo from outside influences. Remember: If we take out the head, the body has nothing to follow. Good luck men, I expect all of us on this chopper when we leave.

The raft was sent from the ship, heading into the shore. The moon illuminated the scenery, a beach with some trees and shrubbery. The engine quietly propelled them forward, unknown to all. The team landed on the shores, and hopped out of the raft. They pulled it into an area where bushes were plentiful and could hide the raft. They moved forward...

They walked through a small tropical forest, not very thick, maybe about 20 trees thick, circling the city inside. Their target was in the city of Lebu.

As the team reached the outskirts of the city of Lebu, Landry put up a fist for them to halt and kneel, and he took out his binoculars. He searched the area and found no patrolling guards outside, but thought the wiser and assumed guards were inside the city and possibly a couple outside where he couldn't see. He ordered the team to move forward, each still covering a sector and made their way to the first building of the actual city.

-----
-----

--
--
--
--


-

TRANSMISSION INTERCEPTED_((Imagine the line blinking like the cursor))

RE-ROUTING TO NEAREST COMM TOWER...

...
...
...
...
..DONE

MISSION STILL IN PROGRESS...
No updates can be provided at this time.

MISSION ETT(Estimated Time of Termination): 4 DAYS

DUEJ$&SJ@# SEU$#JCJ%# SJEU WXJWOJ @ SJEJSUE JSUJE%S JAKSSKSJSU#DH &#xHS;HS !U#& J@WSJJ @J# !! SJEUS @J JSJSISEKSW @UJSJSJEI#JCJ@IJ JWOJ# JO@JDJ @OJ JDKLJ@OJ JJD@J O@@# JL. @JDJIO@J LJO@JD@LJ#O#LL JSSJK

TERMINATED_

LOG-IN TIME ENDED. FOR SECURITY REASONS, ACCESS HAS BEEN CLOSED.

THANK YOU, AND HAVE A NICE DAY.

((Will continue later. Can't concentrate too much on this, sickness screwing me up))

6pack1

Something that I'd advise to you for your RP sample is to pick a particularily important event from your characters history, or merely something that happened in your characters history, and provide it here. You don't have to be doing something amazing or stupendous. It's merely a sample of what your writing skill is like, and when you try to overachieve the magnetude of the event, it can easily get out of hand and go awry. You are not the most amazing person in the world, and chances are, most of what you have done and will do isn't going to be all that amazing or dramaticized. If you want to assassinate someone, that's fine, but don't overdo it. Pay attention to detail and try to make it realistic. Realism is the key factor here, not dramaticism.

If you really still want a specific senario, I'll provide one to you. Untill then, I'll wait untill you've finished your entire profile before I review it.

Ok, I will try to make one. Although, if it really is only a test of writing the last ones *should* have shown my style at least.
You know how I write.

But I will make a new RP example.

As I am doing with my last one. I decided to change the thing anyway, so it really doesn't matter to me. As long as it gets accpeted one way or the other.

I don't care as long as it does better. Do you want me to finish the mission or just leave it as that, because I really am not feeling too up to ending it. I don't have my full enthusiasm to finish it.

I have...it says he's twenty four. confused Or do you want an actual date?

Name: Alden Lee
Appearance: Alden stands at just under 6 feet tall with hazel eye. He has sandy hair that he keeps cut short in front to keep it out of his eyes. It likes to spike up of its own accord, a fact that annoys Alden. His hair hangs shoulder length in the back, but he keeps it tied up in a tight ponytail to keep it out of the way. He is only nineteen years old, but acts fairly mature for his age. His usual attire includes a leather vest and boots which offer mild protection, but he wears plain lightweight pants and a shirt for easier movement.
Personality: Alden isn't the sociable type by nature. He likes to stay to himself whenever possible, but will work with others for the sake of his squadron. He can have a tendency to slack off, but he'll still get the job done. He became a mercenary to prove himself, so he will step up to the task when necessary and do whatever is required of him. He wants to try and be a leader, but he just isn't outgoing or committed enough, and so remains a faithful follower. (Although he does somewhat have a tendency of talking back to his superiors) Alden intensely dislikes needless killing, which is why he specializes in "non-lethal" methods of attack, such as sonic warfare, the point of which is to immobilize the enemy, not kill them.
Belongings: An expert trained in sonic warfare, Alden carries several weapons that incorporate infrasound technology. His specialty is a weapon called a curdler, which can be wielded like a bludgeon, but when fired, the soundwaves disrupt enemies, causing intense dizziness and nausea. He also carries an arsenal of "flashbang grenades," weapons that don't explode when thrown, but instead emit a blinding flash of light and a hypersonic burst of sound, that both blinds enemies temporarily, and shakes up the liquid in their inner ear, destroying their sense of balance. For close-combat purposes, he carries a pair of tonfa, fighting bludgeon-like weapons wielded on both arms. Alden doesn't carry much else when he arrives at HQ, a pack with standard survival equipment, such as a canteen, food rations, a sleeping bag and medic kit. His more important personal items include a pocketwatch on a chain, a memento of his father, a framed photo of his parents when they were younger on their wedding day, and a pocketknife given to him by his best friend before he passed away. He also carries a travel log from his days in the Dark Service, and a stack of official papers he is to deliver to someone at HQ.
Other: I'm not sure what else I need to say here, but if further detail of sonic warfare or the weapons Alden uses is needed, simply ask. Alden also knows how to fully use heavy artillery such as a Ring Vortex cannon, another sonic weapon that fires a ring-shaped blast of sound that knocks any enemy backwards. He does not carry one with him, though, due to it's bulky size. He was also trained in sniping during his time at the Dark Service, but prefers not to use guns because of his aversion to killing.
History: Alden's father was in the military and so as he was growing up his family moved all over. He was an only child raised by his mother and trained by his father in basic self-defense and hand to hand combat. Growing up while moving from place to place, Alden never got a chance to settle down and make real friends, which explains his poor social skills now. When he was 9, his father was KIA due to a terrorist sneak attack. His mother died shortly thereafter. With no one else to turn to, Alden turned to himself. He sold all of his parent's belongings to get by, except a special pocketwatch of his father's and a family photo of his mother. Alden swore he would become stronger and protect people like his father had. He joined the military at a young age and was trained intensely. He grew to be quite good at hand to hand and learned to specialize in bludgeon weapons like the tonfa. By the age of thirteen, he was invited to join the ranks of an elite special ops group codenamed the Dark Service. It was there that he recieved training in many areas, including sonic warfare, which took a liking to and he grew to specialize in it. At the age of 16, he was paired with another soldier named Bryan on a mission and the two became best friends. Two years later, Bryan suffered a fatal wound during the course of a mission, and Alden had to watch his friend die. Before his death, Bryan gave Alden his pocketknife, which Alden still treasures. After Bryan's death, Alden soon left the Dark Service and set out on his own as a mercenary. He heard about the Black Templars after receiving an invitation from Xenos himself, and now he's about to arrive at their doorstep.
RP Sample: Alden unscrewed the cap from his canteen and drank deeply. It had been another long, hot trek under the blistering sunlight. He sat down under the brief shade of some kind of plant that stretched high above him. What he had to do could wait. He started to screw the top back on his canteen, then thought better of it. He lifted it above his head and poured the rest of its contents over his head. It wasn't exactly cold, but still refreshing. And after all, he didn't exactly need to worry about saving water for the rest of his trip. It was over. He looked up at the large structure in front of him. So this was the HQ of the infamous Black Templars. Alden thought back to the strange invitation he had recieved. It was from someone named Xenos. He said he had heard of his skills and wanted him to join his group. He'd included directions on how to find the place and said that Alden should report to him immediately on arriving. Alden smirked, wondering how desperate the guy must have been to resort to mail-order squad hiring. At any rate, Alden figured the pay would at least be decent, and he had been out of work for a while. He still managed to get by, though, having made a few very well-placed friends in high places. He wondered what kind of people would be in this organization. He always hated having to meet new people. But as long as they weren't too nosy and left him to his own devices, things should be fine. Besides, he thought, patting the pack of papers in his pocket, I come bearing gifts. He stood and flung his pack back over his shoulder. Well, better get this over with, he thought. He started walking toward the front of the complex, and the beginning of a new chapter in his life.